Tannille

Flash Fiction: The Book Thief and The Muse

The books sat in the shadows, discarded and waiting for their fate… The Book Thief climbed through the window… The

Ariel left Eric and returned to the sea. Her tears added to the body of water. Oh, why didn’t I

The human slave shifted her weight from foot to foot and stroked my fur as my motor ran. I peered

Poseidon didn’t mean to sink the island. Well, not this time. No tantrum. His date put out. Women were a

Turning out the light, Tania snuggled into her blanket. Her mind ran in circles. The stress of the day tormented

The human slave may have forgiven him, but I remember the emotional distress. Her tears woke me up from the

The Muppet Babies entered a timeout, forced to work together and compromise on their different agendas. As expected, the meeting

Blackie yawned and stretched. She clawed at the recliner, keeping her weapons sharp. “Don’t do that to the furniture.” Whatever.

The writer stared at the blinking cursor. Days passed, and The Muse failed to show up for their dates. The

Sometimes a woman needs to take matters into her own hands Holly stood on the edge of the cliff and thought

“Naughty chair, now.” “But mum —” Her mother gave her “the look”. Medusa had nothing on her mother. Maybe Perseus

There’s no place like home. Dorothy skipped through the field. Her adventures with Scarecrow, Tinman, and Lion lived on in